Inevitably marketed being a titillating kink-fest, Steven Shainberg’s 2002 indie film was at fact a smartly layered drama that is emotional those viewers used by the poster image of this stockinged legs and shapely posterior of a mystical high heel-wearing seductress would get a little bit of a surprise.
Stockings, high heel pumps and intimate adventurousness did certainly play a main component in Secretary’s plot, but more as a method of examining the damaged psyches of its two primary figures than arousing boyish excitement in its market. The tale follows Maggie Gyllenhall’s name character, a social outcaste and self-harmer, as she gets work for – and promptly embarks on a relationship with – an attorney played by James Spader (whom, having additionally starred in Intercourse, Lies and Videotape and Crash, has quietly amassed his or her own impressive oeuvre of thoughtful movies about intimate compulsion). This isn’t your typical Hollywood relationship though: in place of swooning and sweet nothings we have mousetraps, whips and a range of erotically-charged humiliations.
The pair’s burgeoning BDSM relationship is presented as unabashedly strange – and without any small humour – but in addition as heartfelt and sweet, a type of treatment when it comes to two emotionally stunted people who correspondingly harbour buildings about energy, pity and transgression. Featuring its weaving together of a workplace ardour and bedroom that is kink-laden, Secretary is a movie with a clear modern-day counterpart – Spader’s white-collar leather-based lover is also called Mr Grey. Unlike its descendant, however, this is certainly a film whoever interest that is real maybe not in snatched glances of the character’s airbrushed flesh however in numerous the tones of disorder and intrigue that lie underneath. Continue reading